Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1887-11-13
a windfall of luck. You have had a leg

q windfall of luck. You have had q leg
aey left you of e100."
The nurse showed no outward signs OF
exultation. She waited q little to get the
announcement of the legacy settled j n her
mind-and then she said, quietly Mas
ter Henry, who gives me that money, II
you please ?"
"My late brother, Lord Montbarry, gives
it to you" (Agnes instantly looked up
interested in the matter for the first time.
Henry went on.) His will leaves lega,
cies to the surviving old servants of the
family. There Is a letter from his law
yers, authorizing you to apply to them for
the money"
In every class of society gratitude is the
arrest of all human virtues. In the nurses
class it is especially rare. Her opinions OF
the man who had deceived and deserted
her mistress remained the same opinion
still, perfectly u~ndisturbed by the passing
circumstance of the legacy.
81 wonder who reminded my lord of the
old servants ?'' she said. "He would never
have had heart enough to remember them
himself"
Agnes suddenly interposed. Nature,
always abhorring monotony, institutes re-
serves Of temper as elements in the compo-
sition of the gentlest woman living. Even
Agnes could, on rare occasions, be angry.
The nurses view of Montbarry's character
seemed to have provoked her beyond en-
durance.
''If you have any sense of shame in you"
she broke out, "you ought to be ashamed
of what you have Just said! Your ingrat-
itude disgusts me. l leave you to speak
with her. Henry-you won't mind it?"
With this Insignificant intimati0n that he
too had dropped out Of his customary
place in her good opinion, she left the
room.
The nurse received the smart reproof ad-
ministered to her with every appearance
of feeling rather amused at it than not.
When the door had closed, this female
philosopher winked at Henry.
There's a power of obstinacy in young
women" she said. miss Agnes woldn't
give my lord up as a bad one, even when he
Tilted her. And now she's sweet on him
after he's dead. Say a word against him
and she fires up, as you see. All obstl-
macy! It will wear out with time. Stick
to her, Master Henry-stick to her."
"She doesn't seem to have offended
you" said Henry.
"She?" the nurse repeated, in amaze
ment-''she offend me? l like her in her
tantrums; it reminds me of her when she
was a baby. Lord bless you! when l 20 to
bid her good night, she'll give me a big
kiss, poor dear-and say, Nurse, | didn't
mean itr About this money, Master Hen
~? III was younger, l should spend 1t
in dress and iewelry. But l am too old
for that. What shall do with my legacy
when | have got it?'
Put 1t out at interest" Henrg suggest
ed. Get so much q year for it you
know"
IF you put your G1OO into the funds,
you will get between g and CA a year"
The nurse shook her head. Three or
four pounds a year? That won't do! !
want more than that. Look here, Master
Henry, | don't care about this bit of
money! never liked the man who left it
me, though he was your brother. II lost
it all tomorrow | shouldn't break my.
heart; Pm well enough off, as it is, for
the rest of my days. They say you're q
Spectator. Put me in for o good thing,
there's a dear! Neck-or-nothing-and
that for the funds" She snapped her
fingers to express her contempt for security
OF iuvestment at 3 per cent.
Henry produced the prospectus of the
Venetian Hotel company. YOU'RE a fun
nv old woman" he said There, you
dashing speculator-there is reck-or-noth-
ing for YOU You must keep it secret from
Miss Agnes, mind. I'm not at all sure
that she would approve of my helping you
to this investment"
The nurse took out her spectacles. "'Six
per cent. guaranteed she read. and the
directors have every reason to believe that
10 per cent. or more will he ultimately
realized to the shareholders nv the hotel
Put me into that, Master Henry! And,
wherever Won 90, for Heavens sake recon-
mend the hotel to your triends!"
So the nurse. following Henrv's mercen-
airy example, had her pecuniary interest,
too. in the house in which Lord Montbarry
had died.
Three days passed before Henry was able
to visit Agnes again. In that time the
little cloud between them had entirely
passed away. Agnes received him with
even more than her customary kindness.
She was in better spirits than usual. Her
letter to Mrs Stephen Westwick had been
answered by return of post. and her pro-
posal had been ioyfully accepted, with one
modification. She was to visit the West
wicks for q month-and, if she really
liked teaching the children, she was then
to be governesS, aunt and cousin, all in one
and was only to 20 away in an event
which her friends in Ireland persisted in
contemplating, the event of her marriage.
"You see l was right" she said to
Henry.
He was in%credulous. care you really
going?" he asked.
81 am going next week"
"When shall | see you agsin?"
"You know YOU are always welcome at
YOUR brothers. house. You can see me
when you like" She held out her hand.
pardon rue for leaving you-I am begin
ming to pack up already"
11PuTF lIleu u MISS uoi al pNitiuS' bho
drew back directly.
"Why not? l am your COUSIN" he
said.
~ don't like it," she answered.
Henry looked at her and submitted.
Her refusal to grant him his privilege as a
cousin was a good sight was indirectly
an act of encouragement to him in the
character of her lover.
On the first day in the week Agnes left
London on her way to Ireland. As the
event proved, this was not destined to he
the end of her journey. The way to Ireland
was only the first stage on her way to the
palace at Venice.
THE THIRD PART.
III InI,n I'LL